"That spirit… it can only be that," Idan muttered, thoughtful, already deep within the forest on the opposite side from Edward. "So that's why I felt traces of concealment magic. Very clever… very clever indeed."
He smiled faintly, glancing toward where Edward would be. "Good thing I was the one who found him. If it had been someone else, the person who stole that identity would've been sentenced to death."
Idan was about to speak again when a sudden coughing fit struck him, followed by the sound of footsteps approaching from behind.
"Idan, are you okay?" asked a girl with hair split evenly between shades of pink and blue.
Idan patted his chest, forcing a thumbs-up. "Don't worry, it's just… the air's pretty cold, isn't it?"
The girl touched the tip of her finger to her tongue, then lifted it. "Feels normal to me… You sure you're not running a fever?"
